There is never time in the present, only air and water buffalo. It’s like they are watching me. Even out my back door window, they see me. See me, see through me, through the wall behind me, through themselves and back through me. I fear them more than I ever feared the squirrels on North Ave.
If there was a stick capable of landing on an enemy that would knock them over onto their back and convince them they were a spinach plant trying to break through the earth, I would totally throw it at these creepo water buffalo. They are defenders of nothing. They stare with an evil like that of a bad person. They deserve to be spinach.
Stop looking at me you dang water buffalo!